segunda-feira, 15 de janeiro de 2018
domingo, 6 de dezembro de 2015
terça-feira, 22 de setembro de 2015
quarta-feira, 22 de outubro de 2014
sexta-feira, 17 de outubro de 2014
segunda-feira, 18 de agosto de 2014
And how I long for your cold hands to suffocate me.
domingo, 17 de agosto de 2014
quinta-feira, 31 de julho de 2014
"Sinto que é como sonhar
Que o esforço pra lembrar
É a vontade de esquecer
E isso por quê?
(O Vento - Los Hermanos)
quarta-feira, 16 de julho de 2014
There is a feeling of satisfaction and relief in knowing we are not one, two or three things. Haven’t you ever caught yourself thinking: “huh, I didn’t know that about myself”? It’s amazing to find out new things about our personalities, whether you are nine, 14, 18, 24, 30, 40, 50, 80, 110 years old. We are not made of stone and neither should we be; that’s not our constitution. We are liquid. We dissolve, we can make ourselves temporarily solid, we can flow, we can evaporate, we can flood, we can run, we can nurture, we can bring life into something dry, we can change and make changes. There is life with us and there isn’t life without us. In our world, inside our minds, we are the center and we are essential so that everything else exists. When we die, the world dies with us and doesn’t at the same time. So if we are what we see and what we feel, if there is no way to truly prove that all that surrounds us isn’t a product of the imagination of one specific individual, like yourself, then know you have a lot more control then you believe and a lot less then you think. I can change so much and I can accept so much, it’s only necessary to find balance. But the most beautiful thing in the world is the not knowing what is going to happen and then being surprised when we find out there is still mystery inside us. And suddenly you understand that sentence that you have always used to give advice to others. That sentence that have always meant so much to you, but you never saw yourself saying to someone, however optimistic you used to tell people to be. You see yourself giving new meaning to the pain and tears you once shed. Creating new memories on top of old pains, like a friend so wisely once advised me to do. You see yourself understanding that excruciating feeling that made you want to rip your interior apart, step on it and throw it away. But more than that, you see yourself walking so naturally, instinctively, through a path so completely new and absolutely known.